She Lost Her Husband—and Then Her Home. But When Her Cruel Mother-in-Law Fell Ill, Everything Changed.
I used to believe love was a shield—that as long as James and I had each other, we’d be okay. So when he asked me to leave my finance career and stay home with our twin daughters, Grace and Ella, I trusted him.
He promised I’d never have to worry.
And for a while, I didn’t. Until the day everything shattered.
James died in a car accident, rushing home from a business trip to surprise us. The officer on the phone said words like “instant impact” and “no suffering,” but all I remember is the silence that followed.I thought losing him would be the hardest thing I’d ever face. I was wrong.
When I got home from the funeral, my mother-in-law, Judith, was waiting in the living room—her posture rigid, her voice cold.
“This house belongs to me,” she said. “James never changed the deed. You can stay, but from now on… you’ll sleep in the garage.”
